Tony's hand didn't have to suffer like this arm had and Cassie even let that go as she slumped back, shoulders down either in relief or dejection, maybe both. "I am the worst friend," she muttered, mostly to herself, but he was only a few inches away so I wasn't like he didn't hear her. She was also the worst girlfriend, too, actually . Now that she was thinking about Peter she looked to Tony and debated with herself about asking after her on again off again web-slinging superhero boyfriend.
He had said everyone was okay and it wasn't like Cassie didn't believe him, but she still sort of wanted the confirmation. Plus, as a testament to her faith in his word, there were still a ton of people she wasn't going to even ask him about. Like Steve and Jan and Spider Woman and the first Hawkeye, who'd helped her out once in an emergency, and The Milk Bandit who wasn't actually a terrorist and his sister, the bitch, who probably was. There was Pepper and Happy and their baby, there were a ton of people from Stark Industries. Cassie wasn't going to ask about any of them, just one, just-
"Spider-man? Is he at the Raft, too?" She was starting to look a little anxious again.